What I have realized in this process is that you are absolutely powerless in this situation if you do not have God in your life. Traci and I sat and watched dad lay motionless in his hospital bed (you do not want to move with a broken Femur) and waiting for delay after delay as all of the i’s and t’s were dotted and crossed. The day seemed like an eternity as we watched his face grow more and more depressed as he figured out that his surgery was not going to take place today. We all wondered why everyone couldn’t just get it together and help dad move to the next step. You see, my dad is not the kind of guy that rolls over and wants to just die. He is a survivor, raised in the Great Depression era. He was an orphan who had to beg, borrow, and steal just to survive. Dad is ready to fix this thing and move on!
Traci and I spent the day trying to encourage him and tell him it was going to be better once they put the bone back together. You see, I am very experienced at doing stupid stuff, breaking bones and have to be put back together again. That brings me to the real life miracle for today....
From dad’s room you could see the awesome sports medicine facility in a distance that I have visited three times due to a waterski crash (foot broken in 3 places), a road racing motorcycle crash (broken scapula, ulna, broken and ground off ring finger), and a crash on my motocross bike (left collarbone broken in 4 places). All three incidents required an orthopedic surgeon to intervene. I was blessed all 3 times to be treated by a doctor named Kevin Smith. He is a friendly fellow who is a graduate of OU (I think). He is also one of the most talented bone reconstruction guys you could ever have putting your broken body back together.
This morning as I looked at his facility, I told Traci that I wish Dr Smith was dad’s surgeon but he wasn’t. We were assigned another doctor that I am sure is a fine doctor. Traci and I and a lot of others have been praying for dad’s recovery and I specifically had been praying that Dr. Smith could work on dad.
Through all of the delays today, everyone’s spirits fell a little hour by hour. That was until the jovial Dr. Smith knocked on the door and said “Mr. Harvey”. Traci and I both looked up at the same time and we all got a smile on our face. Dr Smith then walked over to us and said “I know you guys”.
We all hugged and Dr Smith met dad and began to do what he does. Talks to you, explains what he wants to do, and make you feel comfortable. He made a couple of jokes about my crazy antics and told us that he was going to take good care of dad first thing in the morning. Traci and I were so relieved. God had intervened to give us what we wanted. Dad’s original doctor had gotten over committed and had asked Dr. Smith to help him with this case. Dr. Smith agreed to give up his Saturday to help some 87 year old man that he did not know (or at least he did not think he did).
Tomorrow morning, I am confident that dad is in the best hands he can be in, Dr. Smith and our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!
So when you think you are out of control and things look bleak, look to God. He has your back!
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Great story. Awesome testimony of God's loving care and kindness to His children. We are the dearly loved children of the most high God.
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